Lear:

Must the King also stand in the presence now?


Gormflaith (rising):

Pardon my troubled mind; you have taken my letter from me.


[LEAR seats himself and takes GORMFLAITH'S hand.]


Gormflaith:

Wait, wait--I might be seen. The Queen may waken yet.


[Stepping lightly to the led, she noiselessly slips the curtain on that
side as far forward as it will come. Then she returns to LEAR, who draws
her to him and seats her on his knee.]


Lear:

You have been long in coming:
Was Merryn long in finding you?


Gormflaith (playing with Lear's emerald):